05-26-2018, 01:29 PM
Merida
from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
She stands before him, her face turned up at him with a pride that suits her completely, baring herself as intimately as she could imagine, being a shifter. Her nostrils twitch, though all else remains solid and stoic, save for the soft rustle of fiery red tendrils brushing against the sleek ebony of her neck and cheek. The large wolf - somehow larger to her now than when she had been a fox (equine instincts will do that) - stalks towards her almost predatorily, but Merida only inhales deeply and exhales with a sharp snort, burning eyes boring into the familiar irises of Crevan’s. Surprisingly (a thought that had not crossed her mind when she made the decision to shift), the canine begins to fall away from fur and bone, elongating in such a way that makes her wonder if her transformation had been just as beautiful. The sooty copper of his skin, accented by deep cobalt that frames his face, is a stranger to her. There is a fleeting moment of uncertainty as the now-stallion comes towards her, chin lowering slightly. There is smooth flesh where once layers of fur had lain, and beneath that are thick, corded muscle that quiver with every movement of his shoulders and chest. He comes to a stop before her, tall and large, towering over her with a prowess that is all too familiar. The mare swallows hard, turning her face up slightly to be able to meet his eyes, which she still unflinchingly remains staring into. Their depths are his - bold, primal, predatorial - and the moment of hesitation that had lingered briefly in her mind now fizzles away.
It is still him, whether horse or wolf.
There is no denying it.
His voice - commanding, frustrated - is still his, too. The sound of it shatters the facade of resentment and hard-headedness as the tiniest semblance of a smirk tugs at the corners of her onyx lips, the flames of her eyes sparkling wildly.
“For as long as I can,” she replies, a twitch of her scarlet tail against the ebony of her legs. Merida does not know where the sense of confidence suddenly comes from, only that as they now stand as the same species, that her heart hammers heavily in her chest more so than moments before (and for entirely different reasons).
Eyes narrowing thoughtfully, the mare lifts her face to him. The velveteen of her charcoaled mouth is suddenly against the sharpness of his jawline, tracing the unfamiliarity of this new flesh with slightly trembling lips. She is unable to control the unforeseen urge to explore this new Crevan, without much thought to how he could possibly react to her touch.
@[Crevan]
can't stop won't stop